"Are you kidding? How could I possibly get you to like me?" Ella pretended to be reserved, leaning against the table, running her fingers through her hair, her curvaceous figure on display.
I stood beside her, noticing the black lace trim of her bra peeking out from her slightly open neckline.
At such a close distance, I could see her finely arched eyebrows and her flirtatious eyes gazing at me.
I impulsively took her hand, feeling her slender fingers cold, her palm soft and tender. I gently kissed her fingertips.
"I'm not joking! I really like you!" I said.
I then embraced her, caressing her arms. "The moment I saw you on stage, I was captivated by you!"
Hearing her heartbeat and feeling her warm body, I looked into her eyes with desire.
Ella gently touched my head, whispering softly, "You're a bit too much."
As she struggled half-heartedly in my embrace, she eventually gave in, breathing heavily and leaning into my arms.
